GIPSY SONG.
A GIPSY SONG
Pile of embers in the darkness,
Sparks expire as they fly—
Night conceals us from the passing,
On the bridge we'll say good-by!
At the parting, shawl of crimson
Cross my shoulders thou shalt lace,
At an end the days swift passing,
Met within this shaded place.
In the morning, with first splendour,
All my life compelled to rove—
I shall leave with other gipsies
Seeking happiness and love.
How does fate foretell my future?
Who, to-morrow by my side,
O'er my heart will loose with kisses
Knots by thy dear hand fast tied?
Flash of embers in the darkness,
Sparks expire as they fly—
Night conceals us from the passing,
On the bridge we'll kiss good-by!
POLONSKY.
AT LAST
No word,—not e'en a sigh, my darling!
Together now the silence keeping;
In truth as o'er some grave stone leaning
The silent willows low are weeping,
And drooping o'er it so are reading—
I read in thy tired heart at last,
That days of happiness existed,
And that this happiness is past.